The night has ended... yet the day at birth
The past has died... and sank with the moon
I am waiting the light... staring at the skies

No horizon and no sun appears
Maybe it's the end...


I will always remember the blinding sun of joy
And I will always call... the strength of life within
I will hide beneath the silence of your time

And I will always scream... salvation from this life

Maybe it's the end... of all the innocent dreams...

... no one can hear me now...

I miss the taste of warmth

Coldness eats my bones
Is this eternal night?


Or July of crimson sea?